Best Stormed Poems

Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart, 
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced. 
It beats, 
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried. 

But the brain. 
The brain is swarmed
by a scream...

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Stallions stood still in a 
silent stream,
stream stocked in between 
brown bushes,
bushes beautifully 
bounded by radiants rocks,
rocks wrapped with the 
awesome aura of autumn,
autumn's audacity avoided 
some stones on the surface,
surface stones swept by 
the waves of the whirlwind,
whirlwind walking on 
waters in company of...

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Stormed on, midst life, sinking
And confused in
Through its depths, dismal, grasp
For your relief:
Each thought is winged uplift.
Petrel's, adrift
O'er that which churns, coldly
Composed of grief....

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The impending green sky before a storm
when the pressure is earsplitting, stretched out and long
is the hue you should catch in my eyes today
while I bristle and boulder these words away
The whistling of wind on the verge of a howl
when the tree tops are bowing...

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